We refused to let the night die. Blacked out the windows, locked out the sunlight. We spent a few weeks of early summer high as hell and wanting answers no one really had. We drank until we forgot the days, we were sad because the people we admired were sad.nnAnd we can't sustain for much longernBut we can push the bordersnWe can slip awaynnI always feel guilty on these nights. Cuz you're more talkative when you've got a few beers inside you. And part of me likes you better with your guard down. And before you're born your father shoots you out in perfect ghost form and its all downhill from there.nnAnd we can stay up all night at a mutual friend's and I'll fall asleep with a spinning head and the smoke'll escape our mouths like our spirits when our lives end. Maybe this is as good as it gets.